Chapter 167 Sacrificial Lamb She directed her attack back at Deirdre with a voice tight with tears. âWhat the hell did I do to you, Miss McKinnon?! Why are you doing this to me?! If itâs because you love Bren-if itâs because you want to snatch him away from me, then at least fight me fair and square instead of employing all these disgusting schemes to persecute me!â
In the past, this used to be the sort of trigger that would kick Brendanâs rage straight to the boiling point.
He would have immediately booted Deirdre out of the door right there and then. And yet, today, the man simply stood a step away from her, leveling his eyes at hers without a word.
There were signs of conflict in his eyes. There was doubt.
Charlene grimaced. The gnawing panic inside her mind had grown to a chomp. âW-Whatâs wrong, Bren?â He handed the document to her. âSee for yourself.â
She almost snatched it out of his hand in her franticness. As she read, all the color was drained out of her face. Brendanâs voice, cold and commanding, came from above her like thunder. âExplain to me why that homeless man received money from your subordinateâs bank account, Lena.â
Charlene had not predicted this at all. She had never imagined that Deirdre would unearth this small but incriminating detail. âI⦠I donât know, Bren! I donât know whatâs going on!â she argued frantically. âI didnât know any of this! You know the kind of person I am, right? How could I possibly have it in me to do something so wicked and heartless? I am not that kind of person! You need to give me a chance to clear my name-Iâll call Greenlee right away!â
Brendanâs mien had been stormy and grave while she defended herself, but that last bit made him release a breath of relief. It was hard to tell if he was just happy to hear that Charlene had nothing to do with this or if he just could not bear the thought that he might have believed the wrong person all along.
âOkay. I trust you.â
Deirdre had been standing behind the coffee table. His answer sent a chill through her heart. When she had begged Brendan to trust her instead of that deluge of baseless accusations, all that plea had resulted in was a sneer of disdain. Meanwhile, even though concrete evidence of Charleneâs wrongdoing was now staring him right in the face, the same hard-nosed skeptic had decided to just trust Charlene because he wanted to.
The disparity made her chest hurt. She was suddenly unsure if bringing this issue to light was the right thing to do.
âYou have to believe me, Bren. This has nothing to do with me, I swear to God! I knew nothing about this! Iâm gonna call Greenlee right away!â Charlene added indignantly as though the document had assassinated her character. She used the phone in the living room and, biting her lips, ordered Greenlee to come to the mansion right away.
The distance between Deirdreâs place and Charleneâs was very short. A few minutes later, Greenlee was at the door. As soon as she stepped inside, though, Charlene chucked the folder at the confused young woman and shouted in rage, âWhat the hell did you do?! I want this explained now!â
Greenlee picked the papers up and read their content. Her face paled. âM-Miss McKinney, listen! It wasnât âThe evidence is right there, Greenlee, so spare me your excuses!â Charlene snapped, cutting off the other personâs defense almost a little too hastily. âHow could you do this to Miss McKinnonâs pet? How black- hearted did you have to be to hire that homeless man to kill a puppy? Didnât you know that this sh*t would make it seem as though I was the one behind it?â
Greenlee finally understood the subtext. Her bank account had been Charleneâs last line of defense.
She was the sacrificial lamb, the designated fall guy She was all too familiar with the lengths Charlene would go to and knew better than to defy her Falling down by her feet, Greenlee could only confess. Iâm sorry, Miss McKinney! I shouldnât have done this, I know! I just⦠I just couldnât bear to see Miss McKinnon acting like she had won! I couldnât stomach that gloating face!
âEver since her arrival, you had been sobbing at home, weeping about how much you were losing day by day. That wasnât all, though Miss McKinnon kept coming up with disgusting schemes and baseless attacks against you until you couldnât take it anymore and tried to kill yourself! That was the last straw-1 couldnât just stand and watch you go through that horror anymore. How could something so cruel happen to someone as kind and angelic as you?! Why do good people have to suffer at the hands of evil individuals?!â